" Did you catch the news? Looks like they found Lin's body floating in the river this morning, sorry dog, I know you did everything you could".
Abel looked at Julius sadly.
That's the thing, I didn't, I got up to the surface and saved my ass without a glance backwards.
"Johnny's going to take it pretty hard when he finds out, you can bet your ass that he's going to be out calling for blood", Julius looked at the sky.
"What do you want me to do?"
" Listen up people! We're done dicking around with the Saints! These streets were ours before those bitches from the Row showed up and when they stepped, what did we do? They fucked up our races and we just took it, they fucked up our deliveries and we just took it, and now they killed my Uncle and who knows what the fuck they did to Donnie! Now I'm only going to say this once, we're not going to sit here and just fucking take it!", Joseph rallied his crew.
"Yeah fuck Saints Row", he could hear through the crowd.
"Light em boys, we're burning Saints Row to the ground!".
This was it the final battle between the Saints and the Westside Rollers.
"We're not going to wait for them to hit first, we're taking the fight to the Rollers", Julius began formulating a plan.
"Yeah well we might have to re-think that plan", Troy stepped from the crowd of Saints.
"What's going on?", Julius stood up.
"Word is that every Roller that Price could find is headed this way", Troy was definitely worried.
"How much time we got?", Julius started forming a plan.
"Shit, I don't know. My man says they're moving pretty fast.", Troy looked around.
Julius thought briefly before looking at Abel.
"Alright, your coming with me. We got some Rollers to fuck up.", Julius started walking towards his car.
Abel rushed after him after standing like an idiot for a couple of minutes.
"Let's get to the highway and stop that convoy, we're gonna cut them off", Julius ordered.
Abel was worried a highway speed chase? Fuck. He wasn't the best driver, he nearly got himself killed three times a day on missions like these. When they approached the highway his worry ended. Julius told him to stop right in front of the enter ramp and had them switch places. Hopefully, Julius was a better driver than he.
Turns out that we wasn't. While Abel was trying to use the RPG to destroy the convoy, Julius was driving so close that many times the car was damaged in the process.
"That's right make those motherfuckers pay for what they did to Lin!", Julius was getting riled up.
Abel just wanted him to focus on driving, did Julius honestly think he was a better driver than him?
"They're trying to escape! Let's take that motherfucker out!", Julius rammed his car into the last vehicle that needed to be destroyed.
Abel flew out the car as if he was a ragdoll and landed on the concrete.
"Nigga you should buckle your seatbelt. All the same one getting away isn't going to make a difference. It really isn't that bad, we'll get you patched up and then we'll go after Price.", Julius headed back in the car and waited for him.
Was he fucking joking? I need to buckle up? You need to learn how to drive asshole! Fuck this shit hurts.
Julius honked the horn.
"Fucking prick..."